The rainy season in Sea City is truly a time of meteorological transformation.
The night sky may have been clear and full of stars just a moment ago, but in an instant, dark clouds envelop the sky. The evening is still quite pleasant at this moment, but within moments, a layer of clouds gathers, completely shrouding the sky.
However, the rain has yet to arrive.
It seems to be brewing for a while longer.
Li Feng said one word to start, and Wang Jin'er looked up at Li Feng, her eyes carrying a hint of doubt.
But with Li Feng's command, the drones changing formation above the banquet all flew into the sky, resembling a swarm of fireflies attempting to disperse the looming darkness of the heavens.
Yet, as if moths to a flame, the higher the drones flew, the dimmer the points of light became.
"That's it?"
Someone exclaimed, obviously feeling that the anticlimactic drone show was purely comedic.
To produce a program like this, as such, is utterly underwhelming.
